Liam’s POV
Enzo was angrily tapping on his phone, dismissing our research for the black SUV on the traffic cameras.
“We don’t need that. All my cars have GPS tracking systems installed. They are not far from here.” – he sternly said showing us the map on his phone indicating their location. – “We should get going.”
We started gathering our stuff to leave, popping guns out of the gun armoire, for us and my guys downstairs. I threw a shotgun over to Enzo that he caught without a blink of an eye. He should be a little past his fifties now, but he was still on top of his game. More than me probably since, from what I heard, he didn’t have any problem blowing anyone’s brains out.
Today, on the other hand, I was so much worse than that. A seven-nation f*****g army couldn’t hold me back. I wo
